The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 632 - 547 Not a Suicide

Jian Chuan seemed to take a deep breath, staring at the once vibrant and beautiful face in front of him, now devoid of life and smiles. Just the night before, they had strolled together on a quiet path, chatting freely under the moonlight.

In the blink of an eye, everything became an illusion, and the girl he had cherished for so many years would never open her eyes again or call out his name, "Jian Chuan", in her crisp and lively voice.

Jian Chuan sniffed, striving not to let his emotions cloud his professional judgment.

"Look at this strangulation mark. I compared it, and it indeed matches this rope, but the position is wrong." Jian Chuan picked up the rope with gloved hands, "If it were hung on the clothes rack, this mark should have been slanted upwards from the neck. But now, this mark is clearly slanted downwards, which indicates that someone used this rope from behind to strangle the victim before hanging her body up."

The crowd crouched down for a closer look, and indeed, as Jian Chuan had mentioned, the direction of the mark was incorrect.

"I think, Lawyer Nan must have also noticed something," Jian Chuan said, looking up at Nan Zhan.

"Yes, two things," Nan Zhan began, glancing at the clothes rack: "First, to confirm what Dr. Jian said, the victim was hung after her death, and this clothes rack proves it."

"This is just an ordinary clothes rack; how can you tell?" someone asked, confused.

"It’s simple, let’s do an experiment."

Nan Yu, who had just gone out, now entered, holding a clothes rack, and sweat covered his forehead from running, "Brother, there happens to be a hardware store nearby, and I got a clothes rack exactly like the original one."

"Good, can you please install it first."

Nan Yu and two police officers quickly installed the clothes rack, while everyone watched Nan Zhan, unclear how a suicide or homicide related to the clothes rack.

Nan Yu brought out a big white water jug, filled with water weighing about fifty kilograms.

"Now, let’s hang this fifty-kilogram water jug on the clothes rack," Nan Zhan directed as they hung up the water bucket, the rack swayed slightly and bent a bit downward.

"The victim’s estimated weight is around ninety kilograms, let’s add another water bucket."

Another water bucket was hung, and the clothes rack bent slightly again.

"This is the state when the victim’s body was found, and the clothes rack only slightly bent," Nan Zhan continued, "But in reality, the victim suddenly kicked away the chair and fell. It should go like this."

He asked people to hang two more buckets, but this time, there were two people under the buckets to support them.

"Okay, you can let go now."

The people holding the buckets released their hands, and the buckets plummeted, causing the clothes rack to shake violently before bending down significantly in the middle, forming a sixty-degree angle.

Seeing this experiment, everyone instantly understood.

Due to the force of gravity.

This was the difference between the victim being hanged post-mortem and hanging herself to death; the clothes rack was the best proof.

Jian Si understood everything once she saw Nan Zhan’s demonstration; Feng Piaopiao was indeed murdered.

Who would be so ruthless as to murder a young girl? 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Moreover, prior to the victim’s murder, three separate individuals had visited this room." Nan Zhan’s statement stirred up a storm.

The room was very tidy, showing no signs of anyone visiting, and he mentioned three persons, not concurrently but separately.

Nan Zhan went to the front door, crouching down his tall figure, pointing to a pair of white sneakers: "There’s a distinct fresh footprint on top of these sneakers, and the pattern belongs to ordinary men’s leather shoes. With the door so wide, why would anyone step on sneakers placed so far away?"

Nan Yu thought and then added, "It could be because they had an argument or tussle at the door, stepping on the shoes in the chaos."

Nan Zhan nodded, and someone had already picked up the shoe and placed it in an evidence bag.

"This belongs to the first person who came here." Nan Zhan then walked towards the living room, where a very ordinary looking glass cup on the coffee table still had some water in it, "I checked in the kitchen, the cups the victim used before her death were black porcelain, not glass, and were kept on the dining table. So, why is there a glass cup here?"

"It’s possible the victim decided to use a glass cup on a whim, or perhaps..." Nan Yu’s eyes suddenly brightened, "she had guests over."